Sunday, December 3, 2006

Cheerio Mga Ati; Isang Kwentong Airport

My aunt gave me a slightly used Samsung flip phone, Canon printer and scanner as a Christmas present.

How about that bitches?!

My other aunt meanwhile, promised me a shopping spree once we start hitting the malls.

HOW ABOUT THAT BITCHES?!

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On our way to the airport, we passed by the Villamor Airbase (naturally, since we're taking C-5). At that moment, I was half-expecting Adie to run in to the middle of the highway and shout "Poli" at the top his lungs.

The plane from Sydney should land at 5:00 p.m.; we are already in the waiting room by 4:50. My father and I went in the waiting area, bought food from Jollibee and looked for a place to sit. In front of us was a television showing the passengers emerging from the gates.

I never thought that that would be very entertaining.

Apparently, the passengers don't know that there is a camera monitoring them. So you would see people picking their noses, men adjusting their crotches and women tripping in the slanting walk way.

I was just staring at the screen and laughing my brains out; people must've thought I inhaled three boxes of ecstasy diluted in a jar of rugby.

The two ati's in front of me meanwhile, were chatting about their tribulations en route to the airport. They're from Davao according to one of the ati's. She said that she hasn't slept for almost two days now. Silence. The conversation veered abruptly towards Pinoy Dream Academy.

The conversation ended when one of the Ati 1 shamelessly sang Hawak Kamay.

Laban kayo? Wala pang tulog yan ng halos dalawang araw.

While my father and I were very calm and patient, other people kept pacing back and forth and shoving their faces on the screen to see whether their relatives are about to go out. Every now and then you will hear a shriek of Ayan na! Ayan na siya! Siya yan diba? Tara na! Dali, dali, dali...

Di naman sila excited.

Most people were in their casual attire. Some looked fresh from the palengke and the construction site. But the scariest of them all are the Japayukis dressed in pink gowns with matching shades. They thought they looked great; the two ati's in front me thought otherwise.

Ang magnanakaw, galit sa kapwa magnanakaw; ang ati galit sa japayuki.

After a few minutes, a woman who looked like an OFW emerged. And from nowhere, a little bitch girl came running toward the woman. She hugged her and burst into tears. The father meanwhile walked slowly towards his wife, hugged him and made beso-beso.

I didn't realize that it was already 7:20 p.m. when my relatives started exitting Gate 2. Upon meeting them, I greeted and shook hands with them. Artista rin pala ako.

As we were walking toward our car, an ati went in the middle of the way, grabbed her camera and shouted Picture! Picture! Little did the ati know that directly behind her was a van on reverse. My father was about to signal the ati when I told him to hush. "Let the bitch die", I told him. Okay, That's not my exact words; it's more like Hayaan mong masagasaan si ati. Masyado kasing excited!

That's it for now!

My next post would probably be about my student in LTS who I think is Lucifer's daughter.